Category: Poetry

The sun beats through the winter air and warms the bones

only temporarily. Destroying the eyes, destroying the world

the body is burnt up into ash. Skin tingling, Spring or incineration?

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Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

Snow piled up against the door

melting closest to the heat.

Sticking, icy, and cold

against the skin

turning blue.

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Thank you for reading my work, I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

The world opens up and devours you

into a cold darkness you are reborn

a shred of light illuminates the endless

cold night and you travel towards the

glimmer of hope. The light shudders

and fades away before you get too close.

Lost in the abyss again.

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Thank you for reading my work, I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

Following the sun down into the dirt

the mountain envelope and swallow it whole

how do eyes look when blinded by such light?

the sun as a body and as a source

an existence where lines are blurred.

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Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina